LOVE'S CONSUMMATIONS.

The summer passed, the autumn came; The world swung over toward the night; The forests robed themselves in flame, Then faded slowly into white; And set within a crystal frame

Of frozen streams, the shaggy boles Of oak and elm, with leafless crowns, Were painted stark upon the knolls; And cots and villages and towns On virgin canvas glowed like coals

In tawny-red, or strove in vain To shame the white in which they stood. The fairest tint was but a stain Upon the snow, that quenched the wood, And paved the street, and draped the plain!